Wire's coming back again,
Elastica, got sued by them
When Michael Jackson dies,
We're covering Blackbird
But won't it be absured then
When no one knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio
tells them first
So come on, come on, come on, come
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
You monkeys.

We Used To Be Friends

A long time ago, we used to be friends
But I haven't thought of you lately at all
If ever again, a greeting I send to you,
Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend.

A long time ago, we used to be friends
But I haven't thought of you lately at all
If ever again, a greeting I send to you,
Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend.

We used to be friends a long time ago.
We used to be friends a long time ago.
We used to be friends a long time ago.
We used to be friends,
a, ah-ahh-ahh-ahh
a, ah-ahh-ahh-ahh
a, ah-ahh-ahh-ahh
a, ah-ahh-ahh-ahh

Plan A

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

Must be some kind of planet
For all the people who can manage.
All of us who can handle it,
With all of this damage.

All of us, all of us sing about it.
All of us, sing about it.

There must be some kind of message
Simple plot somehow impressive.
Anyone who can think of something
Come on now, just express it.

For have I, I've built a castle
Upon believing before I doubt.
I have suffered but my friends say I have learned from it.
And for have I believed the snow could
Not be freezing upon the ground.
Now my ass is blue and black, but I am sound.

And for have I belonged to no one
More than fleetingly and in doubt.
I have had what now is gone
But still I've known them.
And for have I, I have absolved myself
Of demons I must confess.
Having known them growing old, then
I will re-e-e-est.

But where are all the songs
For me to sing along to
When I am hoping someone writes one for me.
And sings me something sweetly
For, I promise to sing along.
And then we'll both know nothing's wrong,
Singing na, na-na-na

For have I delivered comfort
To the aching and for the tired
With these words of comic wisdom,
I have tri-i-i-ied.

So where are all the songs
For me to sing along,
When I am hoping someone write one for me.
And sings me something sweetly
For, I promise to sing along
And then we'll both know nothing's wrong,
Singing naaaaaaaaa, na-na-na

Hit Rock Bottom

Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.

You ain't got music if you ain't got the
muscle, oh yeah.
Ain't seen nothin' 'til you're down and you're rotten, oh
yeah.
You ain't got nothing until you hit rock bottom.
Oh yeah.

You ain't got music if you ain't got the
muscle, oh yeah.
You ain't seen nothing until you're down and you're rotten,
oh yeah.
You ain't got nothing until you hit rock bottom.
Oh yeah.

Well, you come in baby,
you will get burned.
Because I am just what I am, I've learned.
I slowly become some “why” that you live with.
And mama told you that you would get this.
Hey, I lost you when you took me in, my friend
Now against my will, I still stay out.
Waaaaay ouuuuut.
Waaaaaay ouuuut.

I am maybe a loser,
maybe a sinner.
Either way, a perpetual beginner.
Hey, I lost you when, when you took me in, my friend.
Now against, I still stay out.
waaaaaay ouuuuut.
waaaaaay ouuuuut.

Sssssssssssh

Hey, I lost you when you took me in, my friend
Now against my will, I still stay out.
Waaaaay ouuuuut.
Waaaaay ouuuut.